Case Of The Whitechapel Vampire, The (2002)

[bunniefuu]

Come on, roscoe.

[ Coughs ]

[ Humming ]

[ Praying in latin ]

Brother.

Brother, you have sinned.

[ Screams ]

Meaningful...

Power of attorney...

Now let's see.

You're muttering

To yourself again, watson.

Oh, yes, yes. Sorry.

It's this word quiz from

The philological society.

You have to find the word

Suggested by a series

Of cryptic clues.

I won the last one, you know.

Really?

And what clue are

You struggling over?

Well, it simply says

Meaningful and power of attorney

And, from this, you have to find

A word that means both.

Significant.

Eh, what?

Significant.

A synonym for meaningful

Which can be

Deconstructed into the phrase

"Sign if I can't",

Hence power of attorney.

[ Laughs ]

Holmes, I must say it.

You never cease to amaze me.

What nonsense.

No, no, really.

I often think that

You are truly a genius.

Oh, no, no.

I wasn't contradicting you,

Watson.

I was simply responding

To this announcement.

The famed spiritualist

Madam karavsky will give

A demonstration

Of her ability to communicate

With the spirits of

Our dearly departed.

Have you ever heard

Such rubbish?

Yet the woman attracts

A rash of paying customers

Wherever she speaks.

Well, it's not entirely

Surprising, you know.

I mean, don't we all hope to

Find some proof of an afterlife?

Don't include me in that we.

The great hereafter!

I can assure you

There is nothing but

The great here and now.

Well, I am not entirely

Convinced of that.

What?

How can you, a man of science,

Believe in any of that

Mumbo-jumbo?

Now be careful, holmes.

Such hubris could

Come back to haunt you.

I have no fear

Of offending the gods,

Dr. Watson, for I know

There are no gods to offend.

[ Knocking on door ]

Yes, mrs. Hudson, what is it?

This just arrived

For you, sir.

The messenger said

It was from the abbey

In whitechapel where that monk

Was found dead last week.

Really?

He says the people are saying

It was the work of a vampire,

So they're awful nervous

Down the east end right now.

And who wouldn't be with

A vampire on the loose?

Well, they may have

No fear on that account.

A vampire is a

Scientific impossibility.

If the monk was m*rder*d,

It was at the hands

Of the living, not the undead.

But thank you, mrs. Hudson.

There are some things

That science can't explain, sir.

Indeed there are,

Mrs. Hudson, indeed there are.

[ Chuckles ]

Have it your own way, sir.

Well, what is it?

It's from a brother marstoke.

He begs me in the name of god

To help him solve what

He calls this dark

And mysterious business.

Ah!

Oh, you can't expect me

To believe that there is

Any connection between

My recent rejection

Of all things supernatural

And the arrival of this letter.

One must never thumb

One's nose at the gods, holmes.

Nonsense.

It's merely a coincidence.

Oh, really?

I recall a recent occasion

Where you told me

You don't believe

In coincidences.

Yes...well.

It's a small sampling from

The south american pantheon

Of gods and demons.

Not at all the sort of

Collection one would

Expect to find in an abbey.

I dare say there are those who

Would consider it a sacrilege.

Quite so, dr. Watson.

But I am not one of those

Who considers ours

The one true religion.

God manifests himself in many

Ways, as does the devil.

No doubt you are skeptical

Of such beliefs, mr. Holmes?

I must confess to being

Somewhat agnostic on such

Issues, brother marstoke.

Of course.

But should you accept the task

I have in mind, I suspect

That your belief system

May be severely shaken.

I acquired the carving

You were inspecting

During my stay at

Our mission in guyana.

It represents desmodo.

According to the native peoples,

Desmodo is a fearsome demon

Who usually appears

As a giant vampire bat.

Belief in him has become

More widespread in recent years

Due to the rise

In deaths attributed to him.

And how exactly do his

Presumed victims die?

Horribly and slowly.

Wracked with thirst

And painful convulsions.

Well, as I recall, rabies

Is on the rise in the americas.

That was our assessment.

And due to the large number

Of vampire bats in the region,

It seemed only

Logical to connect the two.

I assume you had no access

To the anti-rabies serum

Developed by monsieur pasteur?

None at all.

We were at the mercy of

The disease until

The arrival of brother abel.

He had made a study of tropical

Diseases and their prevention

From which he learned

A new technique.

Coating a captured bat

With toxins?

Precisely.

Are you familiar

With the technique, mr. Holmes?

I assume vampire bats

Are social creatures

That spend a great deal

Of time in mutual grooming.

So any bat coated with poison

Will be licked clean by other

Members of the colony,

Thereby k*lling them.

Correct.

Unfortunately, the theory and

Practice do not always coincide.

Our efforts k*lled bats,

But seemed unable to prevent

The spread of the disease.

Then the ritual murders began.

The first to die

Was brother lee.

He was discovered in the chapel

By the mission housekeeper,

Signora de la rosa.

He was slumped against

The foot of the altar

With a large vampire bat

Upon him.

When it flew off, she realized

It had been feeding from

Two open wounds on his neck.

On the wall, a terrifying

Message was scrawled in blood.

It read, "from hell.

As you have sinned against me,

So shall I exact my revenge.

The blood of yours

For the blood of mine."

A terrifying message indeed,

But my suspicion's still

Inclined towards a human hand.

Understandably.

But I have seen far too much

Of the devil's work

Not to believe in him.

Two nights later,

He struck again.

Word of the horrific events

Had spread terror

Amongst the locals.

We were holding a meeting

To try and calm their fears

When signora de la rosa's son

Hector burst in.

He had been to the infirmary

To visit brother abel who was

Making a remarkable

Recovery from the disease.

What he saw terrified him.

On the floor between the beds,

He could just make out

A large bat-like silhouette

Crouching over

The body of a man.

As the creature turned

To look at him, he saw...

What exactly did he see?

He says he saw the face

Of desmodo as clearly

As we can see it here.

[ Clearing throat ]

And brother abel?

Dead in the same manner

As brother lee, I suppose?

Brother abel was sick

And sleeping.

It was brother thomas

Who was watching over him.

Needless to say, after this,

The local people fled.

Two days later,

We closed the mission.

The other members returned home

Bringing signora de la rosa

And her son with them.

I went on a pilgrimage and

Prayed that the nightmare

Was at an end,

And so I thought until

My return to england last month.

One night shortly after my

Arrival, I awoke to find

A large bat

Hanging from the mirror

Above my washstand.

On the mirror scrawled

In blood was another message.

It read, "the wanderer returns.

My time has come."

Then the solution is simple.

If it is your absence that

Guarantees the safety of

The others, you must leave.

The other members

Will not hear of it.

They believe that, with prayer,

We can fight this demon.

After last week,

I am not so sure.

I was at the home of

A friend, dr. Chagas,

When signora de la rosa

Arrived with a message from

Brother sinclair urging me

To return to the abbey.

But when we arrived back,

We found him dead by the altar

In the same fashion

As the two others.

Do you truly believe

That some supernatural entity

Is the cause of these murders?

I am a man of god,

Not easily frightened.

But it is why I have

Called you, mr. Holmes.

And how may I succeed where

Your prayers have failed?

If there is a human hand

In this affair,

You are the man to find it.

And scotland yard?

I presume that you've told

Them what you've told us.

Inspector jones suspects

That my brain has become

Addled by too many years

In the jungle.

The coroner's report

On brother sinclair

No doubt confirmed

His suspicions.

Yes.

I recall reading the times

That the cause of his death

Was a massive coronary failure.

But what did inspector jones

Make of the marks on his neck?

He's inclined to believe

They were caused when brother

Sinclair fell onto his crucifix.

A credible theory, but wrong,

I assure you.

There are forces beyond

The grasp of our understanding

And some of them

Are most decidedly evil.

After supper,

Brother sinclair returned

To work on the nativity scene

In the children's chapel.

I was in the refectory

When he suddenly burst in

And asked me to go immediately

For brother marstoke.

And that is all?

He simply asked you to bring

Back brother marstoke

From the home of dr. Chagas?

Si, signor.

That is all.

Were the front doors

Locked that evening?

Si, signor.

They are only unlocked

On weekends for

The public services.

And it's the only way

In besides the door

We have just come through?

No, signor.

There is also a door from

The graveyard into the crypt,

But it is always locked.

Well, thank you, signora.

We shall find our own way back.

Oh, by the way, I couldn't help

But notice your reaction

A moment ago when I mentioned

The name of dr. Chagas.

What is it, signora?

Why does the mention of

That name make you afraid?

One must never argue

With a dhampiro.

It is he who brought

The curse on this church.

It is he...

[ Rumbling ]

Again!

What on earth was that?

An earth tremor perhaps.

But she seemed to imply it

Had happened before.

Yes.

And what of her

Reaction to dr. Chagas?

Strange, wasn't it?

She referred to him

As a dhampiro.

Does this word

Say anything to you?

Other than its phonetic

Resemblance to the word vampire?

No.

Well, to certain european

Cultures, the dhampiro

Is reputed to be the offspring

Between a vampire and a woman.

I'm surprised you're so

Well-versed in vampire lore,

Watson.

I've done some reading,

You know, and like

Monsieur voltaire,

I don't believe in vampires,

But I am afraid of them.

Holmes, all I'm trying to say

Is that you shouldn't take this

Talk of vampires and demons

Too lightly.

There could be a kernel

Of truth at the heart of it.

Perhaps.

But until I see evidence

To the contrary,

I shall continue to believe

That vampires and demons

Are simply the products

Of fearful imaginations.

"From hell, I am he.

Not the good shepherd,

Not the redeemer.

He who comes with blood of those

Who have sinned against him."

Well, it seems our vampire

Has left his calling card.

It looks like blood.

Yes.

See if you can scratch some off,

Will you?

I'm going to have

A look down in the crypt.

It is not the dead

We must fear, my friend.

More the undead.

It is the living.

[ Fluttering ]

[ Chittering ]

[ Fluttering, chittering ]

[ Bats screeching ]

[ Bells ringing ]

Hibernating bats?

Yes.

Well, that would explain

The origin of the bat

On brother marstoke's mirror.

And as for

Brother sinclair's visitor,

Either he came through

The belfry, a rather formidable

Feat unless you could fly,

Or he entered the church

The same way we did.

Down this corridor.

Then the k*ller is right here

In the hermitage.

Precisely.

It is therefore impossible

To say whether the message

Threatens all or just those

Of you who were in guyana.

So all must remain

On their guard.

Finally, brother marstoke

Informs me that it is

The custom of the order

To go out on nightly missions

To minister to the poor

Of the east end.

Until further notice,

I recommend that these missions

Be curtailed.

And just what do you

Know about it, mr. Holmes?

If these walls

And st. Justinian

Himself cannot shield us,

Then what difference can it

Make if we venture out into

The streets of whitechapel?

Simply put, it makes it

Easier for me to protect you.

For you to protect us?

Good lord!

What arrogance!

Let me tell you something,

Mr. Holmes.

I have seen this demon's work

Both in guyana and here

In london and the one

Who can protect us has far

Greater powers than you.

Brother caulder, no one

Doubts that there is

A demon at work here.

But we must not rule out

The possibility of

A human accomplice.

If so, mr. Holmes

Is certainly our man.

You are grasping at straws,

Brother.

We all know what

We're fighting and why.

It was you who first brought

The demon's wrath upon us

And it is only since

Your return that we have once

Again been cursed

By its presence.

If mr. Holmes can be

Of any service to us,

It would be to convince you

To leave these walls

And never return.

Absolutely not, brother.

We cannot allow

This fear to divide us!

[ Chattering ]

Brothers! Sisters!

I no longer have the use

Of my eyes,

But I can see clearly

That the devil is trying

To divide us.

We must not let it happen.

We must remain united.

Yes, we must, we must.

But brother caulder has

Brought up a good point.

Serving the lord is

Our life's work, mr. Holmes.

That work cannot

Be done by hiding.

Sister helen is right.

If we hide in our rooms,

The devil has

Half the battle won.

We must continue our missions.

Yes, we must!

Very well then.

But may I suggest that none

Go out alone and be vigilant

At all times even

In broad daylight.

For your enemy, whoever

Or whatever it may be,

Is certainly the most ruthless

And resourceful of foes.

Yes.

Come along, sister.

[ Chattering ]

It appears the brothers

And sisters are not

Entirely of one voice.

Brother marstoke?

Besides brothers sinclair

And caulder,

Which other members

Of the order were

With you in guyana?

Ah, brother john,

Sister helen, sister margaret.

Sister margaret,

Where is brother abel?

He was sleeping so

Peacefully, I thought it better

To leave him in his room.

We must go to him.

Yes.

Brother abel never

Fully recovered,

So we moved him

To the nun's quarters

Where sister margaret

Cares for him.

[ Groaning ]

Brother abel?

The first door on the left,

Mr. Holmes.

In the name of--

[ Crying ]

Hector?

What on earth are you doing?

I was just coming to ask

Brother abel if he wanted his

Tea before the door

Was locked, signor.

Then I hear some screaming.

I was sleeping, sleeping,

And it woke me.

It grabbed me by the throat!

What was it, brother abel?

A great dark thing!

It tried to bite me,

But I screamed.

Yes, I screamed and then it

Went out the window,

Out the window!

Out the window...

Nothing, at least

So far as I can see.

But it's very dark out there.

Did you see

This thing, hector?

No, signor, I did not.

What do you think now,

Mr. Holmes?

Is this demon real or not?

I do not know what

To think yet.

I assume this is the door

Hector mentioned?

Yes.

At what time

Does it get locked?

Sister margaret locks it

At eight o'clock every evening.

So it would have been locked

At the time of the m*rder.

Yes.

Does anyone else have a key?

No one.

I pray that you can be

Of assistance to us

In this matter, mr. Holmes.

You mentioned your visit

To an old acquaintance

On the night of the m*rder.

Ah, dr. Chagas.

Yes, he is now in london

To oversee the publication

Of his research.

When I mentioned his name

To signora de la rosa,

She had a rather

Remarkable reaction.

Yes, and she used

A most interesting word

To describe him.

Dhampiro?

Yes.

Like all her people,

Signora de la rosa has

An ancient fear of

Dr. Chagas' field of study.

Dr. Chagas is a naturalist.

He studies bats.

Vampire bats.

I should also tell you

That we once had an acrimonious

Disagreement over my decision

To poison the bats.

But that rift has long since

Healed and all my instincts

Tell me that he is

A most honorable man.

Well, our instincts are

Not always reliable,

Brother marstoke.

Then I suggest

You speak with him.

He rents lodgings

At four renfield place

In whitechapel.

Very well.

But do not fail to summon me

Should anything else occur.

Goodnight then.

Well, it seems we have

A rare little mystery

On our hands.

Rare indeed and our

Day's work is not yet done.

I depend on you to inform

Inspector jones of the macabre

Note in the children's chapel.

That should ratchet up his

Theorizing a notch or two.

[ Chuckles ]

And then rouse your friends

At the hematology institute.

See if you can get an

Analysis of that blood sample.

And you?

Going to see dr. Chagas,

I assume.

♪ More on christmas day

♪ To save us all...

Holmes? What is it?

Hmm?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Yes, I shall visit dr. Chagas

And then we'll resume

Our pursuit at baker street

In the morning.

Driver!

Come along, watson.

Right.

Thank you, my man.

[ Dog barks ]

Who is it?

Dr. Chagas?

My name is sherlock holmes.

I've been asked

By brother marstoke

To look into

The death of brother sinclair.

May I come in

And speak with you?

I cannot help you.

Goodnight, mr. Holmes.

Perhaps I can help you.

There've been developments.

The police will soon

Be knocking at your door.

It's a question of motive,

You see, and your quarrel

With brother marstoke.

I take it you're

Referring to the vampires?

The bats, that is?

Is there any other kind?

Come in.

Desmodontida teniotis.

Are you familiar with

Their feeding habits,

Mr. Holmes?

Natural history

Is not my forte, I'm afraid.

Then permit me

To enlighten you.

The vampire bat first

Lands close by,

Then crawls forward

Onto it's sleeping host.

Its movements are so gentle

And its teeth so sharp

The slumbering host

Never wakes or feels a thing.

I assume these habits are

Also what make the bats

So easy to catch.

[ Thunder ]

Yes.

Which brings me

To your disagreement

With brother marstoke.

What exactly took place?

Bats are some of

The most feared

And least understood

Of god's creations.

Such ignorance has given them

A most unwarranted reputation.

Yet it is a fact they often

Carry infectious diseases.

Was brother marstoke wrong

In wanting to destroy

The roost in guyana?

I'd studied those bats

For seven years.

Never saw any sign

That were infected

And yet they were destroyed.

Yes, I can see how

That would be most disturbing.

Disturbing?

Yes, mr. Holmes,

It is most disturbing

To see your children k*lled

For no apparent reason.

Of course, I use the word

Loosely, but they were

Like children to me.

You realize your past history

And your presence here places

You high on the list

Of suspects.

Mr. Holmes,

My presence in your country

Seems to place me high

On every list of suspects.

Must be because I'm so tall.

Do you really suppose that

I could be responsible

For these brutal murders?

I make it a habit

Not to suppose.

I draw deductions

From the facts.

Then you know that I was here

With brother marstoke on

The night in question

And no one can be

In two places at once,

Can they?

Not unless one were

A vampire.

But you do not

Believe in vampires.

I didn't say that.

I simply asked

If there were any other kind.

Indeed.

One must never be entirely

Dismissive of ancient beliefs.

Anyone who scoffs at them should

Spend some time in the tropics.

It'd be a most enlightening

Experience for the closed mind.

[ Clock chimes ]

Goodnight, mr. Holmes.

Goodnight, dr. Chagas.

[ Thunder ]

A raw night for such work,

My good man.

Oh, that's a fact, sir.

No joy in it on

A night like this.

Tell me, are you familiar

With dr. Chagas who lives

At number four there?

Who might be asking?

My name is sherlock holmes.

Oh!

What you doin' down here

Then, mr. Holmes?

Is it about them

Vampire murders?

I been suggesting him.

m*rder it was most certainly,

But by a vampire?

Most certainly not.

Don't mind me contradicting

You, sir, but we locals,

We got friends up there.

And somebody told us they seen

Them two marks on that monk's

Neck with their own eyes.

You think it's him then?

No, not at all.

Well, he's a q*eer one,

Isn't he?

He stays in there alone all day

And never lets anybody

Have an eyeball inside

And he only comes out at night.

There.

See what I mean?

Well, we've all been

Wondering about him.

Much more since there's

Another k*ller on the loose.

You've every reason to be

Wary of strangers, my friend.

But of this, I can assure you.

The good people of whitechapel

Are not the intended victims.

Well, with all due respect,

Sir, you don't

Live down here, do you?

Well, goodnight, then.

[ Wings fluttering ]

Thank you kindly,

Sister, brother john.

And best wishes for

The coming festive season.

God bless you, mrs. Duncan.

Best wishes to you, too.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Come along then, sister.

Come, children, come on.

Come on, dear, inside.

[ Heavy breathing ]

What was that?

What?

Shh! Listen!

Hello, in there!

Are you hurt?

[ Muttering ]

Wait here.

Careful, brother.

Don't be afraid.

I shall be right back.

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

I can't see you.

Over here.

Over here.

Hello?

Are you there?

[ Muttering ]

I see you now.

I'm coming.

Over here.

There, there, my friend.

What is it?

[ Gasps ]

Brother, you have sinned.

[ Grunts ]

Brother john?

Brother john?

[ Hisses ]

Brother john? Are you there?

Brother...

Brother john?

Brother john?

[ Heavy breathing ]

[ Gasps ]

Brother, is that you?

Sister?

Who is it?

Who's there?

Sister, you have sinned.

In the name of god, be gone!

[ Cackles ]

[ Shrieks ]

Hey, you!

Get away from her!

Sister, you all right?

Yes, but brother john.

How is brother john?

Who?

I don't see any...

What? What is it?

Vampire!

Vampire!

Whoa.

Thank you, my good man.

[ Bells ringing ]

Ah, mr. Holmes.

I came as soon as

I got your message.

How is sister helen?

Sleeping.

After the police finished

Their questions,

Sister margaret gave

Her a sedative.

I must speak with her

As soon as she wakes.

Did any other members of

The order go out last night?

Why, yes, several of them.

All in pairs?

All except

For brother caulder.

I see.

The exact spot where

The m*rder took place?

An alley opposite

128 Demeter street.

Were any other members

Of the mission in the area

At the time?

Of course.

Whitechapel is our parish.

And you yourself

Did not go out?

Why, no.

But, mr. Holmes, you persist

In thinking that

The k*ller is one of us

And yet...

And yet your shoes are

Scuffed and spattered

With dirt and mud.

Not the shoes of a man who

Remained indoors last evening.

Very clever, mr. Holmes,

But I went with...

The police to identify

Brother john's body,

Yes, of course.

I was simply making a point.

Truth is often

A flexible concept,

Brother marstoke.

[ Door opens ]

Point taken.

But, surely, mr. Holmes,

You can't suspect that

I am in any way involved

In these killings.

Simply a question

Of being thorough.

Surely why you hired me.

Remain on your guard, brother.

Wish I could say it was good

To see you again, sir,

But that might be inappropriate,

Given the circumstance.

Indeed.

Certainly doesn't help

The mood of things down here.

That's why we're keeping

It out of the papers for now.

This is it.

Now the monk's body

Was found over there.

The sister was pinned

Against the wall there.

And the man

Who came upon the scene,

What exactly did he say?

Oh, not much.

Said the clock was striking

9:15 As he went

To put the rubbish out.

What he saw was

A tall dark figure with

What looked like giant wings

Leaning over the nun.

But before he could

Get a good look,

Whatever it was fled

The way we just came.

Fled, not flew.

Well, so much for giant wings.

Guess I don't know much

About this vampire thing, sir.

The people around here,

They certainly seem

To have their minds made up

About this foreign gentleman,

Dr. Chagas.

What about dr. Chagas?

Well, they seem

Convinced it's him, sir.

And he was seen entering his

Premises an hour before dawn.

I believe inspector jones

Is questioning him right now.

They say an arrest

Is in the offing.

Yes. Thank you, inspector.

Right, sir.

Step back, please.

[ Shouting, chattering ]

Back off now!

[ Shouting ]

Sherlock holmes

To see inspector jones.

Oh, mr. Holmes.

Very good, sir.

This way, sir.

For the last time,

Out with it, man!

Where were you?

You prefer...holmes!

Who let you in here?

Jones, I must speak with you.

There's nothing to discuss.

I thanked dr. Watson

For telling me

Of your discovery

In the children's chapel,

But I believe I already

Have the man who wrote it.

So I won't be needing

Any more help.

Now kindly close

The door on your way out.

As a return favor,

Might I at least ask

On what grounds you're

Making your...assumptions?

Assumptions?

No, facts.

In order of discovery, fact one,

His long and bitter dispute

With brother marstoke

Gives him motive.

Inconclusive.

Fact two, he was observed

Leaving his house shortly

Before brother john's m*rder

And did not return

Until just before dawn.

Is it a crime

To stay out all night?

No, but fact three,

He refuses to say where

He was all that time

And has no one

To provide an alibi.

He had someone.

Who?

Me.

I was right here with him

Talking of vampires,

The bat variety, of course,

Not humanoid.

If you're trying

To fool me, holmes...

Not at all.

The workman told you

He disturbed the k*ller

At precisely 9:15, correct?

Aye, correct.

Yet I was here until shortly

After that clock there struck

Nine, after which I saw him

Leave and go north towards

Whitechapel road some two

Or three minutes later

In the opposite direction

To demeter street,

And no man could

Backtrack and cover that

Distance in 10 minutes

Unless, of course,

You think he could fly.

[ Crowd shouting ]

You hear that out there,

Holmes?

I don't pay much heed

To all this talk of vampires

And such and I little think

That, if we drag dr. Chagas

Out into the sunlight,

He would dissolve into dust.

But I intend to put an end

To all this hysteria

Before it gets out of hand.

So you'll arrest

An innocent man?

Fact four, the gloves

He was wearing.

Notice the streaks of blood

On the right hand.

Oh, we'll wait and see what

The analysis tells us

And then maybe,

Maybe we'll send

Someone out to synchronize

The nation's clocks and watches.

Sergeant?

Sergeant, quickly!

[ Chattering, shouting ]

You two, down the alley!

You, around into the street!

Sergeant, come with me!

Step aside!

Step aside!

If things get out of hand,

Holmes, I'll hang it

Around your neck.

He holds you responsible.

I hold myself responsible.

At least I shall if there

Are murderous consequences.

And you are convinced

That dr. Chagas is our man?

No.

But neither am I convinced

That he is not.

But it will make little

Difference if the mob

Catches up to him.

Holmes, you mustn't t*rture

Yourself over something

You cannot control.

Do as you always do.

Stick to the chase,

Follow through logically and,

As ever, you will prevail.

You're right, of course,

My friend.

But what happened

To keeping my mind open

To the possibility

Of the supernatural?

Well, keeping one's mind open

To one possibility doesn't mean

Ignoring all others,

Especially the logical ones.

Right you are again,

Dr. Watson.

Come along then.

Very well.

Uh, where to?

To see brother marstoke.

Did you get the results

From hematology institute?

Definitely not human blood.

Just as I thought.

Bat's blood, most likely.

And what did the coroner

Conclude, dr. Watson?

Well, it's massive

Heart failure.

Seems he was quite

Literally frightened to death.

In the same manner

As the others.

Look here, watson.

What do you make of it?

Two circular incisions

Approximately half an inch

In diameter

And an inch and a half apart.

Yes?

Curious.

Whatever it was that bit

Brother john is missing

A lower mandible.

What on earth do you mean?

There are no signs of

Abrasional contusion

From the lower teeth,

Which there would be

Had he been bitten.

So either his assailant

Was missing a lower mandible

Or those wounds

Were made by some other means.

Perhaps whatever att*cked him

Had teeth sharp enough to pierce

His skin without biting.

It's possible,

But it is not the natural order

Of things for any creature

To att*ck in such a way.

I wasn't referring to

The natural order of things.

Yes, well, we must remain

Divided on that score,

Brother marstoke, at least

For the time being.

And now if she's awake,

I think it's time for us

To speak with sister helen.

Of course.

Forgive me if

I do not accompany you.

I must attend to my devotions.

You might find

Inspector jones still there.

He got here shortly

Before your arrival.

I see. Thank you.

Does it occur to you, watson,

That brother marstoke seems

Rather too insistent with

His fears of the supernatural?

I think not.

I think he wishes for you

To keep an open mind.

I do, which is why of late

I've begun to entertain

The thought that

He doth protest too much.

You can't possibly think

He has a hand in all this.

My studies of

The criminal mind

Have taught me that

The more violently

Twisted the mind,

The more violently

Twisted the logic.

And what reason

Would he have?

That remains to be seen.

Hmm, sister?

Vigilant as ever, I see, hmm?

Uh, yes, quite.

Not the lumpy kind.

Nor the brown kind.

The tiny white crystals.

Do you understand?

Yes, signor.

What did I say?

Not the lumpy kind.

Not the brown kind.

The white crystals.

Oh, right, right, right.

Good.

Off you go then.

Oh, hello.

What's this then?

Visitors?

Good day, brother abel.

May we come in?

Yes, yes, come in, come in.

They want to have

A word with me, hector.

Go on.

Signor.

I do hope

You're feeling better today.

Oh, thank you.

What?

Oh, better?

Oh, yes, much better,

Much better.

Good.

Then perhaps you wouldn't

Mind if we asked you a question

Or two about the fright

You received last night?

Oh, fright.

Yes, yes, a terrible fright,

Terrible fright.

I'm going to paint

The bell tower, you know.

Oh, yes, I see you

Are working on a new model.

The hermitage, is it?

No, this is st. Justinian's.

Oh yes, of course, it is.

It's very good, too.

Yes, this is

St. Justinian's and

I'm painting the bell tower.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, well, we must be going,

Brother abel.

Goodbye.

Oh!

Goodbye then.

Oh, well, good day,

Inspector.

I'm glad to see you can

Still smile, mr. Holmes.

But if I were you,

I'd be a worried man.

And since you're here,

You might try praying

That we find chagas

Before he kills again.

I appreciate the advice,

But prayer is one thing

I'm not very good at.

Come now.

It's not that hard.

All it takes is

A little humility.

Then again, you're not very good

At that either, are you?

I know you're here as a guest

Of brother marstoke,

But just make sure

You limit your interferences

To the grounds of the abbey.

I'll be keeping my eye

On you, holmes.

Well...

Blessed be the name

Of st. Justinian

Who through our lord

Shall deliver us from this evil.

Our father who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done...

[ Rumbling ]

Dear god!

And the voice.

Can you describe it?

Well, it was only a whisper,

A deep, male, gravelly whisper.

Inspector jones seems convinced

That it was dr. Chagas

Camouflaging his voice.

And what do you think?

It may have been, but it

Was unrecognizable to me.

So it could have been

Inspector jones himself

Or even me, for that matter.

Exactly.

And what of

The k*ller's accusation?

How do you think you might

Have sinned against him?

Surely brother marstoke

Has given you gentlemen

All the details.

Suffice it to say

That brother john and I

Both supported his decisions

About the bats.

Forgive my bluntness, sister,

But dr. Watson

Was not referring

To hypothetical sins

Against gods or demons.

Is there any way you and

The others may have grievously

Offended someone else either

Within the order or without?

I take it you do not admit

The possibility

Of diabolical intrusions

Into human affairs,

Mr. Holmes.

That doesn't answer

The question, sister.

I can think of no other

Offense to either gods or humans

That we may be responsible for.

One last thing and then

We shall let you rest.

I want you to think back

To the exact moment when

The door opened

And surprised your assailant.

Before the worker called out,

Did you hear anything?

Such as?

I have no wish

To prompt you, sister.

But please,

Go back in your mind.

Think.

I heard a sharp groan

And then nothing.

Try again.

No, no, nothing.

And again.

No, noth...oh, wait.

[ Scraping ]

There was something,

A short, sharp sound like

Like something scraping.

Excellent.

Well, thank you, sister.

We shan't disturb you

Any longer.

But, mr. Holmes,

There was one more thing

Now that I recall.

Yes?

It's not much, but there was

A faint odor when the thing

Drew near me,

A slight pungent

And oily smell.

Good, very good.

Thank you again, sister

What was that all about?

I was merely

Confirming a deduction.

Which was?

Aha, not yet, my friend,

Lest it tempt us into theorizing

Before we have all the evidence.

Sister helen's reactions,

However, did suggest

A line of enquiry,

Something you yourself observed

At the assembly meeting.

Ah, yes, brother caulder.

I suspect that beneath

The calm surface of

St. Justinian's,

Turbulent waters flow.

Exactly.

Let's plumb those depths,

Shall we?

Mr. Holmes, surely

You are off the mark.

Yet when I put a similar

Question to sister helen,

She had the most

Peculiar nervous reaction

And reflexes do not lie.

And what might

Her reaction imply?

Some collusion in a grievous

Disagreement that has impelled

One of us to k*ll the others?

Surely that is

The stuff of penny fiction.

It is the stuff

Of the daily news.

Brother marstoke, I understand

That a code of loyalty

Binds you, but if there is any

Internal conflict here...

Mr. Holmes?

Our order encourages

Lively debate,

But I do not believe

That any of our differences

Has any bearing on this matter.

Ultimately, we all strive

To be selfless.

If I may be so bold,

Brother caulder's reaction

At the meeting last night

Was not entirely selfless.

Brother caulder's reaction

Was not a sign of enmity.

It was a sign of fear and who

Can fault him for his fear?

Then I assume you have no

Objection if I speak with him?

None at all.

But he is not here.

He told me before

Leaving last evening

That he had decided

To stay the weekend

With his sister in bloomsbury.

Does anyone else know

Of his whereabouts?

No one.

And the sister?

Do you know her address?

Madam karavsky?

Uh, blenheim row, I believe.

Yes.

Well, thank you,

Brother marstoke.

Good day then.

[ Church bells ringing ]

Madam karavsky!

Well, holmes, you must

Admit this case

Certainly has its share

Of bizarre convergences.

It does indeed.

So on the pretext of meeting

With madam karavsky,

I shall now speak

With her brother.

Alone?

Yes.

But we must now take turns

Keeping nightly vigil.

I hope you don't mind taking

Tonight's watch, my friend.

Not at all.

Not at all.

But first I want you to drop

Into the offices of the london

Transport commission.

Transport commission?

Whatever for?

Remember last night when

I pulled up at the sight of...

My brother has told me

This affair at the abbey

And has brought me

Certain objects

That I may help him.

When I lay my hands upon them,

I receive certain insights.

Really?

Such as?

This, for example.

This belonged

To brother sinclair.

I had but to pass

My hand over it and

Immediately I knew that this

Was a man of a very nervous

And careless disposition.

It is true, mr. Holmes.

She has never laid eyes on him

And yet she immediately

Identified his most

Noticeable characteristic.

Most noticeable, yes.

For even without the benefit

Of a sixth sense, I can see

That the watch case

Is polished smooth

Indicating that its owner

Would handle it often,

Turning it compulsively

In his nervous grasp.

Yet the crystal is cracked

And the case dented in places

Indicating that it often

Fell from

Those same trembling hands.

I have no wish

To play parlor games

With you, mr. Holmes.

Nor I with you.

Let's just say we reached

The conclusion,

But by different means, hmm?

But, brother caulder, I must

Ask you about your relationship

With brother marstoke.

I make no secret of

My opposition to him.

Yet you do hold him

Responsible for the curse,

Do you not?

One does not invite the devil

Across one's threshold,

Mr. Holmes,

And then expect him

To quietly leave afterwards.

Even now, brother marstoke

Insists on lining his walls

With these diabolical

Primitive artifacts.

It's an outrage which would

Offend any true christian.

I take it you believe

He is an unworthy leader.

Was it so in guyana?

Brother marstoke

Lacked missionary zeal.

But I was alone in my objection

To him until brother abel

Arrived from england.

[ Chuckles ]

How different things would have

Been had he not been cut down

By this dreaded disease.

How might

They have been different?

Brother abel was outraged

By the sacrileges

That brother marstoke

Allowed to continue

And it was he who pinpointed

The bats as the source

Of the plague and insisted

That they be eradicated.

It was brother able who

Wanted the bats destroyed,

Not brother marstoke?

Oh, absolutely.

But marstoke wouldn't

Listen to him.

Instead, he allied himself

To the devil's disciple

And did nothing

Until brother abel

Himself was stricken.

The devil's disciple?

I take it you mean dr. Chagas?

Indeed.

What sort of man

Would live with bats and

Call them his children?

I fail to understand.

If brother marstoke was allied

To the devil, why are he

And his followers

Now being stalked by the same?

One doesn't renege

On the devil, mr. Holmes.

One doesn't even

Negotiate with him.

Well, I thank you

For your time.

And I assure you I shall bring

This devil to heel

Before he kills again.

Stay on your guard,

Brother caulder.

Madam, I shall see myself out.

A moment, mr. Holmes.

I've just had the most

Peculiar sensation,

Like a flash.

I saw a church.

The church may yet be

Your salvation, mr. Holmes.

Miracles do happen.

Madam.

Well, this is most

Reassuring having you here,

Dr. Watson.

Should I have a bed

Made up for you?

Oh, thank you, no.

That won't be necessary.

Right.

Well, if there's anything,

Don't hesitate to summon me.

Thank you.

Oh, there is one thing.

When the brothers or sisters

Go out at night,

How do they get back in?

Ah, they simply

Ring the bell

And signora de la rosa

Lets them in.

But there will be

No ringing tonight.

They have all stayed in.

Goodnight, dr. Watson.

Goodnight.

[ Chattering, bells ringing ]

Happy christmas.

Here you go, sir.

Lovely hot chestnuts.

Thank you very much.

Oh!

Hey, there!

Watch yourself, sir!

Watch yourself!

My god, sir.

You dodged a coffin

By a cat's hair, you did!

Are you all right then?

Yes, I'm fine.

Thank you, my man.

Call on me sometime.

Thank you, sir.

[ Chattering ]

[ Bell ringing ]

[Chattering continues ]

Programs!

Programs!

Programs!

Oh, excuse me, madam.

I do beg your pardon.

[ Door closes ]

[ Wind blowing ]

You there!

Stop!

Good evening, dr. Watson.

Brother caulder.

But I thought you were

Staying with your sister.

I intended to,

But I decided to return early

For brother john's funeral.

And is it always your custom

To come in through the crypt?

The crypt?

[ Chuckles ]

I came in as always

Through the main door.

But I didn't hear the bell.

There was no need to ring.

Hector was outside taking air.

Said he couldn't sleep.

And where is he now?

I assume the air did its

Job because he went to bed,

As I intend to.

Goodnight, dr. Watson.

[ Bell ringing ]

For as much as it

Hath pleased almighty god

Of his great mercy

To receive unto himself

The soul of our dear brother,

We therefore commit

His body to the ground.

Earth to earth,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust.

Hector confirmed his story.

Or was willing

To lie for him.

Do you think it was

Brother caulder?

One could certainly construct

A case against him, but it

Is equally true of others.

Hmm.

Who shall change

Our mortal body that it

May be like unto

His glorious body

According to the mighty working

Whereby he is able

To subdue all things to himself.

Oh, merciful god, the father

Of our lord jesus christ...

Por favor, signor.

I must speak with you later.

In whomsoever so believeth

It shall live, though he die.

After the service,

Take brother marstoke aside,

Will you, my friend?

Find out how the de le rosas

Came into his employ.

Right.

Who will also

Have taught us...

I have told you who

Is responsible, signor.

And yet I see you look

With suspicion at my son.

Until the case is closed,

Signora, I have a habit

Of looking at everyone

With suspicion.

He's just

A simple-minded child.

Perhaps.

But as dr. Watson will attest,

m*rder is not

The private domain

Of adult geniuses.

Anyone can do it.

Indeed.

What would be the reason?

The monks have always

Been generous to us.

And what do you suppose

Prompted this generosity?

Christian charity

Or guilt perhaps?

I don't know what

You mean, signor.

Yes, you do.

Brother marstoke was most candid

With me about how you came

Into his employment.

Were you not left penniless

And without support

After hector's father

And brothers were carried off

By the disease?

And was not

Hector himself bitten,

But miraculously survived?

Surely such tragic losses

Made you and your son

Angry, signora.

And if you believe the bats

Are responsible for the disease,

Then just as surely that anger

Must extend to those

Who allowed them to survive.

I begin to see a thread, watson,

But a little verification

Is in order.

Good day, brother abel.

Oh, gentlemen.

Come in.

I'm having tea, tea

That hector brought.

And I'm just finishing painting,

Painting.

Yes, it's just about

Finished, I see.

Oh, yes, almost finished,

Almost finished.

St. Justinian's, is it?

Yes, that's right,

That's right.

Well, keep up

The good work. Good day.

Oh, yes.

Good day, good day.

Yes, brother john and

I always went out together.

And were there any people

You visited on a regular basis?

Of course.

And since your return

From guyana,

Have you ever

Had the impression

That you were being followed?

Followed?

Mm-hmm.

By someone from the abbey?

Yes.

Why, no, at least

Not that I am aware.

Brother john never mentioned

Any such suspicion.

What about hector?

Did you ever encounter him while

You were out in the evening?

Hector, yes.

Brother john did mention

Seeing him once or twice.

But he's always running errands.

Yes, of course.

Sister, if you don't mind,

I should like

To perform a little experiment.

As you can see, the pieces of

The puzzle are almost in place,

My friend, and I have an inkling

How to find the one man who can

Surely provide the missing link.

You're going

After chagas, then?

Yes, and you...

Good day, sir.

Hello.

Good day.

And you are going

To the shop of messrs. Heward

And parker in pudding lane.

Heward and parker?

[ Bats squeaking ]

[ Squeaking continues ]

Mr. Holmes?

I've been expecting you.

Myotis myotis, the greater

Mouse-eared bat, I believe.

Following our first meeting,

I spent the evening

Poisoning myself with tobacco

And reading professor litinski's

"Bats of the ancient world".

A seminal tome.

And what else did you learn?

The sad facts

Of their decline,

One of the largest species

In northern europe

And one of the rarest.

Possibly due to contamination

Of their habitat

By wood preservatives

Used on attic timbers.

If only others would

Express such interest,

Mr. Holmes.

But bats have few friends

And are not perceived as useful.

So sad, is it not?

Sad indeed.

Then you can understand

Why they need my protection.

And yet you knew your

Discovery must be kept secret

At all costs

Lest they be destroyed,

Hence your silence

And lack of alibi when

Questioned by the police, hmm?

Yes, but sadly their days

Here are already numbered.

This old building will soon

Be torn down to make room

For the future and

The future seems to

Have no place for them.

You're a noble man,

Dr. Chagas, and I wish

I could help

With your mission, but I cannot.

However, I can clear your name.

I simply need to know the truth

About your dispute

With brother marstoke.

The truth?

The truth is simply this.

[ Door opens ]

Arrest him!

I warned you, holmes,

I warned you!

No, jones, listen to me.

I can prove you have

The wrong man if you give me

This one night.

No more deals.

Take him away.

The blood on the glove!

It's not human blood, is it?

Is it?

So you sensed that

Someone was behind you?

Yes.

We will get to the bottom

Of this and without

Further loss of life,

I assure you.

I wish I shared

Your confidence, dr. Watson.

[ Knocking on door ]

An urgent message for you,

Signor.

Hmm, thank you.

It's from holmes.

Hmm.

Brothers and sisters,

I've received some

Rather alarming

News from mr. Holmes.

It appears he's been arrested.

What?

And is therefore

No longer able to help you

Through your ordeal.

But, more importantly,

He states that,

Contrary to all his beliefs,

He has become convinced

That some demonic presence

Is indeed bent

Upon destroying us.

[ Chattering ]

For this reason,

I have decided

That the only safe course

Of action is for me

To leave st. Justinian's.

No, no!

Brothers, sisters, brothers,

It is I who brought

This curse upon you.

Therefore, I beg your

Forgiveness and will spend

The night in prayer that,

When I leave in the morning,

This demon leaves with me

And leaves you in peace.

God be with you.

[ Chattering ]

[ Door opens ]

Brother!

You're tempting fate

Being out here alone.

I must pray before

I leave, brother caulder.

Go back inside and

Keep yourself safe.

[ Thunder ]

[ Prayer in latin ]

Brother.

Brother, you have sinned.

Let he who has not

Cast the first stone, brother.

[ Rumbling ]

[ Growling ]

[ Grunts ]

Well, well, mr. Holmes...

Stop or I'll sh**t!

[ Rumbling ]

Good lord!

It's happening again!

Watch out!

What in god's--

I'll see you in hell.

Come along quickly!

Are you all right, holmes?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

That was a close call.

Help him, lads.

What in all creation

Was that?

An earthquake?

Here is your

Vampire, gentlemen.

Brother abel!

Good god!

Here are his fangs,

A simple garden claw

With the middle tine removed.

New pipe, holmes?

Yes.

I lost my favorite in that

Little fracas the other night.

Oh, pity.

But if not an earthquake,

What was it, mr. Holmes?

A subsidence.

Would you kindly explain,

Dr. Watson?

Oh, oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

Well, you see, knowing

That the london transport

Commission is currently

Expanding its underground line

To whitechapel,

I went to the offices to enquire

About the direction of the line.

Well, as mr. Holmes deduced,

Their tunneling

Runs beneath the knave

And weakened the foundations

Causing the occasional shifting.

Good heavens!

Is it in danger of collapse?

Well, let us hope not.

But the tunneling has been

Stopped and the commission's

Given assurances

That their engineers will

Immediately devise a method

Of structural reinforcement.

Praise be to god,

At least for his timing.

It certainly saved your life,

Mr. Holmes.

Indeed, brother marstoke.

The lord works in strange ways.

It was a most

Remarkable...event.

All the more remarkable

Since it was the second

Of such events in

A matter of hours.

Oh?

And the first?

The first was when

Inspector jones changed his mind

And agreed to my plan.

It's not easy for a proud man

To admit he was wrong.

Yet for the first time

In our long and

Antagonistic relationship,

Inspector jones suddenly

Converted to my point of view.

It is almost a miracle.

[ Chuckles ]

And what caused

This conversion?

Dr. Chagas, perhaps you'd

Explain about the gloves.

Of course.

My bloody gloves

Convinced inspector jones

That he had the right man.

Afraid that I would not

Get justice and presented

With an unexpected opportunity,

I therefore fled.

Fortunately as I was doing so,

Mr. Holmes was making

An important discovery.

Before inspector jones' arrival,

I had just finished

Preparing a specimen.

Mr. Holmes saw

The specimen and drew

The logical conclusion

That the blood

Was therefore bat blood.

Ah.

But of all people, what made

You suspect brother abel?

Due to his condition

And the att*ck

He cleverly feigned,

I initially dismissed him

As a suspect.

But then I saw him drinking tea.

Tea?

I fail to see the connection.

The instant I saw the message

In the children's chapel,

One thing became

Immediately apparent.

The writing tilted slightly

To the left suggesting

That the writer was left-handed.

The next day, I noticed not only

Brother abel holding his cup

In his left hand, but he had a

Smudge of ink on the edge

Of his palm suggesting

That he also wrote

With the same.

So brother abel soon

Became my prime suspect.

Further observations soon

Confirmed my suspicions.

When sister helen's aggressor

Reached out to touch her,

She became aware

Of a pungent oily smell,

So we contrived a little

Visit during which we conspired

To take a small sample of

The oil paints that

Brother abel used on his models.

Sister helen later confirmed

That it was indeed

The same odor.

At the same time, I noticed

On his workbench a receipt

From a builder's

Supply shop on pudding lane.

It suggested a solution

To my remaining dilemma.

To move freely back and forth

Through the connecting door,

Brother abel would need a key,

But how did he get it?

I noticed sister margaret's

Habit of wearing her key on

A cord around her waist.

It would be easy enough

To remove for a short time

While she slept,

Then duplicated.

Hence, my visit

To the locksmith

In pudding lane.

Precisely.

Among the various items

Listed on the receipt was putty.

It therefore occurred to me

That brother abel

Had simply made an impression

And instructed hector

To have a duplicate made on

His next journey for supplies.

That explains all

But one thing, mr. Holmes.

You seem to know his technique

For imitating

The vampire's bite.

How so?

I didn't know with certainty

The actual technique

He employed, but my visit

To the crime scene suggested

A possibility.

I noticed on the brick wall

Two marks made recently

And by something sharp,

Possibly metallic.

Sister helen later confirmed

Hearing a short, sharp metallic

Sound when her attacker

Was startled.

I therefore deduced

That he had something in

Or attached to his hand

With which he could easily

Duplicate his vampire's bite.

The next day at the funeral,

The sight of a gardener with

A similar implement

Confirmed my suspicions.

And there you have it,

Gentlemen.

The whitechapel vampire

Has been laid to rest.

Well, mr. Holmes,

I hope you don't think

I intentionally misled you about

My quarrel with brother abel.

You told me what you thought

Was pertinent, but I knew

Dr. Chagas could provide

The missing link.

Perhaps you'd do so again,

Since dr. Watson

Wasn't present.

By all means.

Brother marstoke told you that

We had argued over his decision

To eradicate the bats.

Brother caulder said it was

Brother abel who argued

For their destruction.

An outright contradiction.

But both are true.

It was only after brother abel

Was stricken with the disease

That brother marstoke

Changed his mind

And then we came

Into confrontation.

And therein lies

The crux of the matter.

Brother abel was already

Outraged by your

Liberal attitudes

And jealous of your

Leadership and support,

Was he not?

Indeed he was.

When he was finally stricken

With the terrifying disease,

He became a bitter,

Broken man with

An unrepenting lust for revenge.

So ferocious and unfailing

Was his rage

That feigning madness

And incapacitation,

He waited over a year

For your return

And the opportunity

To exact his vengeance.

Why did you not tell me

Of your conflict with him?

Guilt has a remarkably

Binding effect on the tongue,

Mr. Holmes.

Well, I thank you deeply

For your efforts, mr. Holmes.

I leave a troubled,

But wiser man.

Such is life,

Brother marstoke.

A series of lessons with

The greatest for the last.

Hmm.

And I too would like to

Thank you for your efforts

On my behalf, mr. Holmes.

My pleasure.

And good luck with your quest.

Gentlemen.

Dr. Watson.

Good day.

[ Chuckles ]

A series of lessons with

The greatest for last.

That's very good, holmes,

Very good indeed.

Well, tell me.

Have you drawn any lessons

From this?

An awareness of forces beyond

The realm of the senses perhaps?

I'm beginning to suspect that

You are in the employ

Of madam karavsky,

My learned friend.

No.

I'm simply curious to know

If you'll now consider

Such things.

After all, you did admit

That the timing of

The subsidence was remarkable.

Remarkable, yes, but proof

Of divine intervention?

I still think not.

And what of madam karavsky's

Prediction that you would

Be saved by the church?

I've been told the same

By every churchman I ever met.

Ah.

[ Knocking on door ]

Yes, mrs. Hudson?

A tradesman just dropped

This off for you, sir.

Says he saved your life

The other night.

Saved your pipe, too.

My pipe!

What a sterling fellow!

Please, show him in.

Can't do that, sir.

He's gone already.

Oh, dear.

Did you get his address?

His name?

Any way to contact him?

Says his name is church, sir,

Mr. Reginald church.

[ Chuckles ]